Beneath the ancient oak, time whispers softly,
Leaves dance to the rhythm of unseen hands,
Seasons change, in their endless cycle,
Painting the world in hues of golden sands.
The river flows, carving paths through stone,
Memories etched in its fluid heart,
Moments fleeting, yet eternally known,
In the symphony of life, we each play our part.
Stars fade as dawn begins to break,
Shadows retreat, giving way to light,
Change is constant, in every breath we take,
Embracing the dawn after the darkest night.
Through the corridors of time, we wander,
Guided by the pulse of an infinite grace,
Cherishing the moments, we ponder,
The ebb and flow of time’s gentle embrace.